I became a saint in the game

Chapter 114 Ambush
Although the old voice lacked confidence, it eased the tense atmosphere at the scene.

Chen Shicheng looked in the direction of the voice and found that the person who spoke was the highest-ranking Taoist priest present, who was now bowing in the direction of the boy with a wry smile on his face.

"Fourth Master, that's enough, let's stop while we're ahead."

Without waiting for Mr. Hui Si to answer, Chen Shicheng directly ordered the Evil Ghost Pill to hide his figure, and the Immortal Beheading Formation and the sword energy also dissipated little by little.

Although Mr. Gray didn't want to stop, he didn't dare to do so because Chen Shicheng had already given up. He could only give a fierce look to the person who was dancing the most happily, and then control the boy to close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had regained clarity.

Realizing that the "immortal" had left, the man who was scared to the point of wetting his pants quickly stood up, without even looking at the chair that was knocked over behind him. He touched his neck with both hands in horror, and only after discovering that his head was still attached to it did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for saving my life, Taoist priest!"

With lingering fear, the man bowed to the Taoist who had asked for mercy, but his eyes subconsciously looked at the boy who could only sit in the middle of the main hall.

At this moment, the boy seemed to have just had a beautiful dream. He looked at the people with completely different attitudes with a blank face, and had no idea what was going on.

But in the dream, it seemed that I succeeded in summoning the immortal?

The young man blinked, recalling the process of summoning the spirits that his grandmother had taught him, and began to mutter to himself, as if he wanted to recreate the scene just now.

Everyone who saw that action was terrified. Didn’t you hear what the “immortal” said just now, that if he took action, he would definitely resolve the disaster. Now that there was no disaster, it didn’t require anyone to take action. He didn’t mean to randomly pick someone on the spot to operate on.

The man who escaped was even more frightened.

He was really scared!

The feeling of being on the verge of death just now made him feel short of breath whenever he thought about it. How could he dare to let the boy do it again?

"Little Taoist friend, please stop. I believe you are a spirit medium. It was just a misunderstanding. I was blinded by greed. I am not feeling well now, so I will take my leave now!"

How could he dare to stay here any longer? After he finished speaking, he covered his face with his sleeves and left without even raising his head.

Some of those who had mocked him, fearing that they would be held accountable later, found excuses after he left and disappeared one after another in the main hall of the county magistrate's mansion.

Soon, the number of people in the county magistrate's mansion was reduced from more than fifty to more than twenty, making the main hall much more spacious.

Of course, the man who first said that he had a way to find the ghost did not escape successfully. As soon as he reached the door, the county magistrate warmly invited him to stay.

Unable to refuse, he could only stay here with some fear and discuss the plan and time of action with everyone.

The group discussed secretly for a long time before leaving and starting to prepare the things they would need for the evening.

"senior."

As Chen Shicheng led the young man out of the county magistrate's mansion, he ran into Zhao Dongyang who had been waiting there. He looked at the two of them and seemed to be hesitant to talk.

"Have a good rest and I will help you get revenge tonight." Chen Shicheng comforted.

Hearing this, Zhao Dongyang's face suddenly turned red, and his fists clenched so hard that they made a clattering sound.

After asking Zhao Dongyang to leave perfunctorily, Chen Shicheng returned to the inn with the young man.

He wanted to ask where Mr. Hui Si had gone last night, whether he had found out why the spirit medium disappeared, and where he had brought back such a strange young man from.

But seeing its serious expression as if the sky was falling, I didn't ask in the end.

He simply asked the waiter to serve some of his signature dishes to fill the boy's stomach, and he went out alone only after the agreed time had arrived.

In the midsummer heat, insects chirped in the dark. The hot evening breeze carried the sound of patrolling soldiers, but it could not bring any sense of security to the residents of Huanglong County.

Even in such a hot and humid season, every household in the city kept their doors closed.

Deep in an alley on the east side of the city, in a room with a tightly closed door, it was pitch dark.

The bright moonlight filtered through the window, leaving a long shadow on the wooden bed, illuminating a bare-breasted, snoring figure.

"Susu."

Not long after, the sound of sleeves rubbing against the air suddenly came from outside the house and stopped outside the door.

After a moment, the light was suddenly covered by shadow, and a pale eye suddenly appeared outside the window, staring at the figure on the bed.

Every corner of the room was reflected in his cloudy gray eyes.

After making sure everything was normal, a pitch-black nail reached in through the window, pried open the window, and a head with purple skin poked in.

This is a human head. It is impossible to tell its specific age. The skin is blue and purple, covered with corpse spots. A pair of fangs are sticking out of the lips. It can be seen at a glance that this is a zombie.

Soon, a pair of shriveled arms supported the window coffin and jumped in.

The stiff muscles did not affect its movements. It came to the bedside silently, grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, and slowly moved its teeth towards his neck.

"Gulu gulu."

A creepy sucking sound came from the man's neck.

But soon, the zombie's face twisted, and he raised his head suddenly and began to retch continuously, but what he vomited out was not blood as imagined, but pools of dye.

Yellow, black, countless colors mixed together to form an abstract picture of clothes, just like a clown with ink on his face laughing at the zombies who never fail.

"Does this dye mixed with human blood taste good?

A teasing voice sounded at the door. It was the person who said during the day that he had a way to find the ghost.

An expression of panic suddenly appeared on the zombie's necrotic face. He turned around and rushed towards the wall on the other side, trying to break out.

However, the wall that should have been solid was like paper. It broke into pieces as soon as it touched the ground, and then slowly lost its brick and stone appearance and turned into pieces of paper on the ground.

The zombie also misjudged the strength, causing him to use too much force and fall directly to the ground.

"It's really a brainless zombie. The person is fake, but is the house real? Is my paper-cut still acceptable?"

As the sarcastic voices rang out again, countless torches lit up outside the courtyard wall, illuminating the place as bright as day.

A group of people kicked open the gate and filed in, and Chen Shicheng mixed in among them, without showing off, with Zhao Dongyang, who was furious, following beside him.

If it was just a zombie, it might not be very intelligent, but there was a ghost attached to its body. When it saw that it was ambushed, it immediately roared, rolled over and climbed up, rushed towards the courtyard wall, trying to escape.

"Everyone, stand together and don't let the zombies escape!"

With the county magistrate's library hanging over them, how could these invited guests just watch the zombies run away?

After someone shouted, they all picked up their weapons and rushed forward.

Scythes, whisks, Zen sticks, carrying poles, and a variety of other weapons were used to hack at the zombies.

(End of this chapter)